[h1][color=red][u]Fenix "Blyze" Lyranis                                                         [/u][/color][/h1][indent][h3][color=red]Location: Boarder of Fotia & Gaia[/color][/h3][/indent][indent][indent][h3][color=red]Interacting With: [@Rai][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent]

Fenix was not a fan of the hurdles he had to go through on such a regular basis... It was minor, petty things, but to him it was obnoxious and bothersome. Like wearing all of these fanciful clothes and layers. He understood that most did not share his view of 'reducing drag', but it was almost painful to wear so many ornate layers upon layers to uphold appearances. Though it had to be given his audience and peer group that he mingled with on this trip. After all the royalty of Fotia had to hold their companions in high regard and they couldn't bear to have one running around damn near naked.

Before long they were in the air and despite the odd sense of vertigo that beset Fenix for a few brief moments he figured that making appearances and attending to those who decided to bring him along on this trip. Walking from his private room aboard the craft and leaving the lap of luxary for it's buxom bosom as the beautiful halls of the royal airship stretched on before him. Before reaching the courts of the flying castle he glances out the peerless windows to see the rising sun and expansive lands of the Fotian Kingdom. While many may see a volcanic waste he only say the beauty of fire and the majesty of burning creation, crafting new rock shelves and lands in the flash of brimstone and magma.  It was true beauty.

Returning to his path he passed by several noble lords and ladies, giving them their customs and curtsies, some not recognizing him and wondering what a servant was doing walking about the hall so freely or unburdened by labors, but others did recognize him. Several congratulating him on his achievement and even a few making conversation about The Trekker Championship. Quiet a few of the ladies he passed seemed to be giving a curious eye to as even despite his quiet covered state he was an attractive man who held a slim figure from his constant training for the upcoming 11th Trekker Championship. Of which that reminded him... A rumor had been walking about the halls that one of his greatest rivals would be making an appearance at this meeting. The Lassian nicknamed Wave and really the only real threat to his title that Fenix counted on.

Before long Fenix made his way to the banquet hall that none other than the King of Fotia, Magnixx sat at the other end, enjoying the labors of the land and looking quiet regal... and shirtless. [color=red]'Lucky bastard'[/color] Fenix thought to himself wishing that he didn't have to wear so many stuffy layers. He was overheating and melting under these stupid fabrics! Though with a more serious tone and a held composure he walked into the catching more than a few eyes and the attention of some rather young ladies who made shy faces towards him. Tossing a smile their way as a blushed conversation broke out among them. Ascending to the upper areas of the hall he was about to take a seat to enjoy the ride among royalty when the expanse of the Gaian Dragon Show came through the clouds, twirling and twisting through the clouds with such extreme grace that it made Fenix envy them. Though it disheartened him a tad when his host made a jab at the show. Of course it was incredibly flashy and clearly begging for attention, but on a much more basic level it spoke to him. That wild freedom, the rushing air, and the feeling of traversing an unending expanse. In that moment he wished he had wings that weren't more than back spikes, something that could let him join the Gaians.

Though as he drew his gaze away from the show he approached the dais that Magnixx sat upon and once he drew up to him he let himself down to one knee gracefully, bowing his head and proclaiming, [color=red]"My king. I thank you for granting me the honor of joining you and your court on this journey. I feel truly privileged."[/color] Staying on his knee to render proper honors and to wait for the order to rise so as not to insult his liege.